It was the last thing she felt like drinking. As he entered the shop, a tall portly personage advanced to meet him, whom he at once recognised as the present proprietor. On a pallet in one corner lay a pale emaciated female. This getting up at dawn—real dawn—and working until seven was a distinct novelty.
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